A/N: Hello again! Welcome to the next chapter of AOTO! You know, the acronym for Arms Of The Ocean. Aren't you all excited?
Shout out to BlueRivers for being my only reviewer so far! Cookies for you! (::)(::)(::)(::)(::)(::)(::)
Disclaimers: Are pointless. You already know I didn't write the series yada yada yada.
Enjoy! Please review!
{AOTO}
Ch.2.
Flashing lights and we
Took a wrong turn and we
Fell down a rabbit hole
-Wonderland, by Taylor Swift
{AUTO}
The sound of the motor chopping cut through the silence of the night and the calmness of the ocean.
"'Ey, Demetrio, ya see dat dingy too, don't'cha?" A man with a scratchy voice asked his helper.
Demetrio grunted in reply.
"Wonder what it's doin' out 'ere," the man wondered.
"Probably lost, Abe," Demetrio replied through grunts.
Their motorboat's engine stalled and their tiny boat- just larger than the dingy- stopped.
"Darn it," Abe shouted, moving over to fix the engine.
He stopped. There, a few meters under the surface, was an unconscious girl. Her soaked clothing seemed to drag her down, the lights if their boat shining in her calm, angelic face with beautiful blonde hair splayed around her like a mane.
"Demetrio!" He shouted.
Demetrio saw the girl and immediately called the police, telling them their situation. Meanwhile, Abe hauled the blonde haired teenager out of the water and gently laid her across the floor of their small motorboat.
"Chest presses, Abe," Demetrio instructed after talking on the phone for a bit.
Abe began to work on administering CPR to the girl. Three minutes later, a very large amount of water had come out of her lungs, probably a gallon, and she was taking shallow breaths.
A speedboat zoomed up. Uniformed police and hospital workers carefully pulled the girl into their larger speedboat.
The doctors and nurses began even more CPR. The police interviewed Abe and Demetrio, asking what they were doing, how did they find her, etcetera.
"Why were you out here?" The officer asked.
"Fishin'," Abe replied.
"Why did you spot her?"
"Engine problems."
"Was she unconscious when you found her?"
"Completely.
{AUTO}
"Thank you," one police officer nodded, dismissing Abe and Demetrio.
The two men climbed aboard their own boat and went back to the stony harbour, scarred for life and afraid of the ocean.
{AUTO}
Amaryllis woke up.
In a pristine white hospital.
Hooked up to an IV and breathing machine and monitor and too many other devices.
Amaryllis had woken up.
She had woken up.
Her recovering body began to hyperventilate, causing a hacking cough that hurt her throat and brought up seawater.
A nurse scurrying by stopped and stared at her before writing in a clipboard and calling out to a few others in the room.
Too much, too much. This was why she wanted to leave.
The noise hurt her head.
Too much, too much, too much.
Her vision went black at the edges. Her stomach and chest hurt and she could feel her extremely shallow breathing.
Faster, faster, faster.
A cough.
Faster, faster, faster.
Quickened beeps from the machine.
Faster, faster, faster.
Amaryllis passed out.
{AUTO}
To backtrack a little.
Anaïs Idona could not sleep after she awoke at 3:30 AM.
She decided to wander around the flat, maybe grab a snack in the kitchen.
First, though, she went to check on her kids; a habit she had had ever since...
No. Forbidden topic.
The twins were sleeping peacefully, their identical blonde hair splayed across their pillow cases, one for each of their favourite colours. Aster loved amethyst and Clover adored emerald.
Amaryllis chose them both.
Speaking of her older daughter, she went to check her room.
Closed door, normal. But no light... She was normally reading or writing or drawing at this time of night... Odd.
Odd, odd, odd.
"Amaryllis?" She whispered quietly as the door creaked open.
No reply.
Soft yellow light cast shadows into the room from the hallway.
No lump on the bed.
Paranoia from her husband's and daughters' deaths immediately jumped into action.
Where was she? Did she pull a Jessamyn? No, she promised.
Promised, promised, promised.
That was until she found the note.
Screams and sobs tore from her mouth. Aster and Clover ran in and read the note.
Mrs. York from 216, across the hall, pounded on the front door to their flat. Numbly, Aster and Clover went to let her in, clinging tightly to each other for comfort. Just as in Jessamyn's case, but the was no Amaryllis to hold them this time.
This time, it was Amaryllis's turn to be Jessamyn.
The twins came back in, still silently crying and letting their mother scream.
When Mrs. York saw, she understood immediately, having been there during all the deaths and with Jessamyn.
She called to police, screaming at them over the phone. She hadn't been gone long enough to file a missing person's report and so on, so forth.
Time passed with screams and tears.
The clock on Amaryllis's wall read 3:47 when the call came in.
"Excuse me," the crackling voice said, "is this Ms. Anaïs Idona?"
A near silent "yes" escaped her lips.
"Well, this is Detective Alcott. You are the mother of Amaryllis Mika Idona, correct?"
"Her full name is Amaryllis Mika Aurora Acacia Ariadne Hyacinth Calliope Idona, yes," Anaïs's shaky voice corrected.
"She was found drowning off of Asphyxiation Harbour. She was submitted to Asphyxiation hospital's ER. We ask that you come and bring only immediate family."
The phone beeped in her ear- a signal that Detective Alcott had hung up.
Mrs. York went twice the speed limit and never stopped the whole way there.
The Idonas were too numb to say goodbye, and Mrs. York drove off into the night as the trio of girls stumbled inside the building.
{AUTO}
MEANWHILE, IN OTTERY ST. CATCHPOLE
An owl flew in as all the Weasleys sat down for breakfast, and landed on top of Fred's head.
George laughed and got the bird down, and proceeded to untie the letter. His eyes skimmed over the words for a few seconds before stopping completely.
All emotion left his face. There was none left. Zip. Zero. Nada.
Fred eased the letter out of his twin's hands, and had the exact same reaction.
Ginny, in return, tugged the letter out if his hands and began to read out loud.
"Dear Fred and George Weasley,
"We know that you only know us through our sister, Amaryllis M. A. A. A. H. C. Idona.
"We are writing to you because last night, or early this morning, at three thirty AM, she tried to drown herself off the nearby harbour. You know, in out town of Asphyxiation. Ironic, huh?
"She's currently in the ER. You are allowed to visit. We're sorry to be the bearers of bad news. Luckily, Ama was found just in time and is doing great. She's stabilised and has woken up once.
"Ama's twin sisters,
"Aster and Clover Idona."
Silence fell over the table. If it were anybody else, the twins could help dull and lighten the pain.
But there they sat, as stony as the harbour Amaryllis attempted to drown herself off of, incapable of anything.
{AUTO}
The second time Amaryllis came around was a week later at three AM.
Both sets of twins jumped up immediately.
"Amaryllis!" they all shouted.
Maybe things weren't too bad. Maybe she had gone too far. Maybe she had hit another spot of depression. Maybe the had fallen down the rabbit hole for real this time.
Maybe, maybe, maybe.